Altar of Interim

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Includes unlimited streaming of Altar of Interim
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

I see you in shades of black and white.
Solemn eyes light up his face.
Her flowing hair to catch the night.
A thousand hours in crimson waves.

Track Name: Fearless

If you could hear me today, the words in my mouth.
You woke up to play to say such things that tear and cry.
Scour the clouds in search of rain, stripped of all but the taste of your flesh against my tongue.

Excerpts from your dream world, have night of lace and leather wear.
Playing faces in the shadows, candles flicker in the cold still air.

If you could hear me today, the words in my mouth.
You woke up to play to say such things that tear and cry.
Scour the clouds in search of rain, stripped of all but the taste of your flesh against my tongue.

Excerpts from your dream world, have night of lace and leather wear.
Playing faces in the shadows, candles flicker in the cold still air.

If you could hear me today, the words in my mouth.
You woke up to play to say such things that tear and cry.
Scour the clouds in search of rain, stripped of all but the taste of your flesh against my tongue.

If you could hear me today, the words in my mouth.
You woke up to play to say such things that tear and cry.
Scour the clouds in search of rain, stripped of all but the taste of your flesh against my tongue.